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Morning came soft and golden, as if the storm had never touched the land. The snow that had once blanketed the forest now melted into slush, revealing the wounded earth beneath. But inside the Alpha’s den, the echoes of that brutal night remained etched into the walls, woven into the silence. Kael stood near the window, cradling our son in his arms. The child had his father’s eyes dark, deep, searching and the same wildness Kael had tried so long to bury. His tiny hand curled around Kael’s finger, and for the first time in weeks, I saw peace in the Alpha’s face. Not joy. Not pride. Peace. Lyra lay in the chamber next door, recovering. Her daughter slept beside her, swaddled in a wool blanket, unaware of the storm that had raged on the night she entered the world. A child born of power, conceived in heartbreak, and yet still innocent. The den was quiet. Not just from exhaustion, but from reflection. The battle had changed everything. The rogues had fled at sunrise. What they had

The wind no longer whispered.It roared, rattled, and cracked through the trees, tearing at the snow-draped world with fury that felt personal. Storm clouds, thick and gray, hung low above the treetops, suffocating what little light the winter sun offered. The entire territory crouched in a fragile silence, as though holding its breath.Inside the Alpha’s hall, the warmth of the fire did little to soothe the tension in the air.I sat near the hearth, one hand on my stomach, the other clenched around the edge of the wooden chair. The baby moves less these days, quiet and still, as if sensing the weight that hung over our pack. My breath was shallow. Every hour that passed felt like a countdown.Kael hadn’t returned from the border patrol.Lyra sat across from me, her long dark braid resting over her shoulder. Her hands, too, were on her stomach growing larger every week, mirroring mine. She looked different now. Older, not in age, but in the way women age when war hovers close.“We nee

The first snowfall came earlier than expected.Thick flakes drifted from the sky like forgotten feathers, clinging to tree branches and blanketing the pack grounds in silence. Every sound felt muffled, every breath drawn in colder than the last. It was the kind of silence that warned of storms hiding behind beauty.I stood at the window of the healer’s cabin, hands pressed against my swollen belly, watching the world change color outside. The snow softened everything except the truth.Lyra’s attack had divided the pack further. Fear spread like wildfire. One side whispered that Kael’s bloodline had been cursed, that two unborn heirs were a sign of weakness. The other side believed the children represented strength, a new chapter in the pack’s legacy. But whispers, no matter how quiet, could still carve walls between people.Kael came and went more often now. His nights were shorter, his words fewer, but the weight in his eyes grew with every hour. I didn’t ask what he was doing during

The air was thick with tension when I stepped into the main hall. The elders were gathering early, and that never meant anything good. I could feel it in the silence between whispers, in the way shoulders tensed and backs straightened the moment I entered. Lyra was there, standing at the far end, her hands folded tightly in front of her, gaze fixed on the floor.Kael stood near the head of the table, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. When our gazes met, something flickered across his face, regret, maybe. Or guilt. It didn’t matter.Elder Marra motioned for everyone to sit.“The wind carries rumors,” she began. “And where rumors live, truth is often buried beneath fear.”No one spoke.Kael took a breath and stepped forward.“There are things I should have told you sooner,” he said. “About the child. About what happened before the Rite.”The silence grew heavier. Even the creak of the wooden beams above seemed to hush.“I made a mistake,” he said. “One I won’t deny. One that has consequen

The fire cracked low in the hearth as I held the note in my hands. The paper trembled slightly, whether from my fingers or the storm brewing inside me, I couldn’t tell. Seven words. Just seven. But they carried more weight than a hundred truths spoken aloud.*He’s lying. He always has. You’re not the only one carrying his child.*I read it again and again, hoping that some hidden clue would reveal itself, something to prove it was a cruel joke. But there was nothing, no name, no scent, no trace. Whoever left it knew how to cover their tracks.The healer’s house had never felt more unfamiliar. Shadows crept along the walls, and the silence buzzed like an accusation. I folded the note tightly and tucked it under the mattress. Then I stood and began to pace.Kael was at the barracks tonight, organizing border patrols. I could go to him now, demand the truth, watch his face carefully as he answered. But what if the answer unraveled everything? What if the trust I’d been clinging to vanish

The day Kael returned to the heart of the pack with blood on his hands and rage in his eyes, the village felt it like a tremor underfoot. The rogue attack had shaken every foundation, homes, loyalty, his position as Alpha and though he stood tall, there was a crack in his armor no one dared mention. Except me.He stepped into the healer’s house, his scent thick with ash and blood. I sat by the fire, a blanket over my legs, cradling the growing curve of my belly. My fingers traced absent circles over the fabric. I didn’t look up.“You’re hurt,” I said flatly.“It’s not mine,” he answered, breath still shallow from the run.I finally turned to face him. His eyes locked onto mine. Shadows lined the skin beneath them. His wolf, always near the surface, stirred behind those golden irises.“They’re hunting in pairs now,” he said, stripping off his ruined coat. “Coordinated. Smarter than before.”“They’re testing your limits.”He knelt in front of me, gaze drawn to the bump under my hand. “T